The Mystical Item in Hobart's hands made Thomas reassess Christine's strength. Of course, he assumed that Hobart, a Low Sequence Beyonder, could not possibly have obtained such a powerful Mystical Item through his own strength.
According to the Nighthawks Squad's records, Christine was a commodore who had offended the king and was therefore not entrusted with important duties. But now, it seemed that the matter was not as simple as it appeared.
"Captain?" a team member reminded him. "We should withdraw."
Only then did Thomas come back to his senses. "All right. Oh, right, send a greeting to General Christine over there."
"Yes." A team member picked up an oil lamp and waved it in front of the window.
On the rooftop of a high-rise building not far from them, a small green fireball resembling a will-o'-the-wisp soon lit up. It swayed from side to side in response to Thomas.
On the rooftop of a high-rise building not far from the Clock Tower, Doffis put away the will-o'-the-wisp in his hand.
Christine, dressed in a knight suit, said, "I'll head back first and give Hobart some space. In ten-odd minutes, go help Hobart deal with the corpses."
"Understood." Doffis said, "General, you gave such a powerful Mystical Item to the Young Master. Aren't you afraid he'll affect your plans?"
"I didn't give it to him." Christine said, "The Sealed Artifact in his hands is shared with the Nighthawks. That Mystical Item that grew a large tree should have been provided by the Nighthawks as well."
Hobart moved the corpses of the Corrupted Baron, the Judge, and the Astrologer into the spacious bedroom. He drew the Creator's symbol, erected a Wall of Spirituality, lit the candles, sacrificed to himself, and prayed for Spirit Communication.
After the battle just now,